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Dainty precocity, rinse and repeat and elaborate grandiose glass shards

Monday, June 30th, 2008

Greetings people,

The time of disentanglement is upon us. Finally free from the multiple integrands that ranged between t =0 and t = lots, I have the hourglass worth of time to quickly jot down some notes as to how life is , has been and will be.

Assessment is all over now, it should go well. Subjects are already choosen for next semester. Thousand Parsec wxPython client manual update finally got acheived today (after several delays and some disturbances). Ivanhoe has his memory back (the hdd was replaced) but his hands are paralysed (usb devices don’t received an address and hence aren’t automounted).

Ulrica (laptop) is world upto date and the only thing bothering me other than the luck of duck tape for the DVB-T aerial, is that my webcam mic isn’t recording in arecord or Audacity. Not much is happening so any invites are welcome.

Spheres of influence are interesting things, I might resume my metamodeling if I have the time,

Anyhow

Keep it secret , keep it safe,

Benjamin Southall aka Appleman1234

Alive but bombarded with reality….

Tuesday, May 13th, 2008

Hey everyone,

Apologies for the delay, things have been busy.

I really need to get Ivanhoe fixed and Audacity recording or mencoder recording a live video stream with sound. I walked 8 kms for Breast Cancer on Mothers Day, and an extra four km to get to and from the event. I also walked about 5kms on Saturday, so I am just walking along nicely.

I am really interested in the dispersion of food colouring in melting ice in a vacuum and the calculus (6D+ hypervolume integrals), partial differential equations and other mathematics which could model them.

I really need to get in touch with everyone, so if you want to get in touch or in contact with me, just let me know.

I should really add some discussion points, or observations up here, but if I did so, then you would all die of boredom at the sheer length of material i have accumulated since my last update.

Anyways I am off to get stuff done,

Best wishes and have fun

Benjamin Southall aka Appleman1234 :)

PS: Where do you hide ?

What is wrong with sighing ? *sigh*

Saturday, June 30th, 2007

Hey everyone,

In an attempt at another short blog post, why does everyone ask what is wrong if I sigh either online or offline and when I answer a response less than great to a “How are you ?” question ? Why is something wrong ? Why are we used to something being wrong? and what makes you think that people are going to tell what is wrong especially if it doesn’t concern you ?

Can people sigh in peace ? All these trained reactions and stereotypes make us more and more like NPCs in an MMORPG. That would be fun a Real Life MMORPG, I would so want to go questing :). Cohesion is an element that is all too often lost in both reality and gameplay.

Thanks to Kerri, for introducting me to ” The Retro Toasters”, I like their music and their flickering background, although that may have been all the mushrooms I didn’t get to saunter in butter and feverishly devour.

*sigh* *smile* *giggle*

Complacency and high latency ensure redundancy especially with mood swings and ball pen dreams, can I borrow some syrup to douse the flaming pancakes in hope that they won’t be char-grilled ? Preferably not molasseses or golden syrup, maple or honey would be fine. But chances are you wouldn’t have any sweetness in that pantry of yours and if you did could you ship it in time ?

Benjamin Southall aka Appleman1234 :|

Gamma Gamma radiation , zap, crackle, psing

Tuesday, June 19th, 2007

Hey,

This goes out all the Maths people I know. It also intends to be one of my shorter posts.

Gamma Song

MathmaticalPi

Flax, Burlap, Flannel

And quoting Ivanhoe (because I love Burbank Films Australia animated feature film which I have and watched on VHS)

“Second to NONE,” said the Pilgrim, who had stood near enough to hear, and had listened to this conversation with marked impatience. All turned toward the spot from whence this unexpected asseveration was heard. “I say,” repeated the Pilgrim in a firm and strong voice, “that the English chivalry were second to NONE who ever drew sword in defence of the Holy Land. I say besides, for I saw it, that King Richard himself, and five of his knights, held a tournament after the taking of St John-de-Acre, as challengers against all comers. I say that, on that day, each knight ran three courses, and cast to the ground three antagonists. I add, that seven of these assailants were Knights of the Temple—and Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert well knows the truth of what I tell you.”

It is impossible for language to describe the bitter scowl of rage which rendered yet darker the swarthy countenance of the Templar. In the extremity of his resentment and confusion, his quivering fingers griped towards the handle of his sword, and perhaps only withdrew, from the consciousness that no act of violence could be safely executed in that place and presence. Cedric, whose feelings were all of a right onward and simple kind, and were seldom occupied by more than one object at once, omitted, in the joyous glee with which he heard of the glory of his countrymen, to remark the angry confusion of his guest; “I would give thee this golden bracelet, Pilgrim,” he said, “couldst thou tell me the names of those knights who upheld so gallantly the renown of merry England.”

“That will I do blithely,” replied the Pilgrim, “and without guerdon; my oath, for a time, prohibits me from touching gold.”

“I will wear the bracelet for you, if you will, friend Palmer,” said Wamba.

“The first in honour as in arms, in renown as in place,” said the Pilgrim, “was the brave Richard, King of England.”

“I forgive him,” said Cedric; “I forgive him his descent from the tyrant Duke William.”

“The Earl of Leicester was the second,” continued the Pilgrim; “Sir Thomas Multon of Gilsland was the third.”

“Of Saxon descent, he at least,” said Cedric, with exultation.

“Sir Foulk Doilly the fourth,” proceeded the Pilgrim.

“Saxon also, at least by the mother’s side,” continued Cedric, who listened with the utmost eagerness, and forgot, in part at least, his hatred to the Normans, in the common triumph of the King of England and his islanders. “And who was the fifth?” he demanded.

“The fifth was Sir Edwin Turneham.”

“Genuine Saxon, by the soul of Hengist!” shouted Cedric—“And the sixth?” he continued with eagerness—“how name you the sixth?”

“The sixth,” said the Palmer, after a pause, in which he seemed to recollect himself, “was a young knight of lesser renown and lower rank, assumed into that honourable company, less to aid their enterprise than to make up their number—his name dwells not in my memory.”

“Sir Palmer,” said Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert scornfully, “this assumed forgetfulness, after so much has been remembered, comes too late to serve your purpose. I will myself tell the name of the knight before whose lance fortune and my horse’s fault occasioned my falling—it was the Knight of Ivanhoe; nor was there one of the six that, for his years, had more renown in arms.—Yet this will I say, and loudly—that were he in England, and durst repeat, in this week’s tournament, the challenge of St John-de-Acre, I, mounted and armed as I now am, would give him every advantage of weapons, and abide the result.”

(the quote is from the book :))

Anyhow gamma gamma Ivanhoe :P (so much for short :P)

Benjamin Southall aka Appleman1234 :)